At the prospect of having an actual place to perform, Mag couldn't help but beam. "That would be perfect." She would take what they would give her, and hope that people would come to hear her sing. She would perform if they would have her, and there wasnt a thought in her mind that told her it would be a bad idea. Actually, it sounded like something they needed.
It seemed she had finally found an actual purpose in this world after all. Mostly she tried to keep out of trouble and stay out of sight for fear of being helpless and useless to the cause. But with something to keep her going, Mag felt that she could finally, truly be satisfied.
"Thank you. And I'm sure that no matter what happens with you and Leeloo, things will work out. It's strange to meet someone you're willing to do things you never dreamed possible for."
She shifted, curling her legs beneath herself as she settled once more. Slowly, Mag let her eyes settle on Peter's face, "I'm anxious to see what this amphitheater is going to look like...." She began, tilting her head slightly, "...But who would help work the shows? We would need someone to write and direct, to schedule...maybe everyone can take turns. If they're interested..."